Well, time has passed, and my sister who was pregnant at the time my father was in the hospital, now has a two year old little boy.
My father is doing amazingly well. He was in a great deal of pain for about a year, and deminished pains after that, but considering how close we were to loosing him, they are not bad. He was there at the birth of my nephew, his only grandchild, and if my sister decides to have more children, he will be there for them as well.
My Father's surgery made both the local news, and the Boston news, and we wanted to keep a record of those events. I have two vcr's so I was the one who got to make copies of each of those broadcasts so the family could each have one. It took me a total of a hour to do it, but it one of the most painful hours of my life. In one of the broadcasts, the newshost said, in an effort to make the story more dramatic, that his family prepared for him to die. I have to listen to that over and over and over. I had faith that my father was going to survive this ordeal, and I never prepaired for him to die. I took the time to write one of those letters. You know the ones, the one people wish they would have written after the death of a loved one. I wish I would have had the strength to say it to his face, but I got to say it, and I am forever grateful for that. I left it for him to find one day, and my mother made a point to tell me that he cried when he read it.
Isn't there someone you want to know how you feel???